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  “Take good care of this sweet, Damy.”

  “I will, I’ll see you home.”

  We walked to Adam’s truck in silence, enjoying the loud sound if the night, the aura of desire and tenderness that involved us.

  He left me by my door step and waited for me to find the keys. My hands were shaking while holding my purse, as if I wanted to prolong this night, keep the moment forever. It had been a long time since I felt genuine satisfaction beside a man.

  Before I turned to get inside the house, Adam held my nape and I knew what was going to come, but even knowing what would happen, I wasn’t prepared to this wave of feelings, the sweet agony that was the butterflies playing in my stomach, when I felt the soft and moist touch of Adam lips against mine.

  A smooth caress, exploring me carefully, his lips recognized mine very slowly, he wasn’t in a hurry to kiss me, but when I moaned, the kiss went deeper, making us dive in the blackness of a raw and palpable desire.

  His tongue tasted, tested, took whatever it wanted from me, my resistance, my fears, it was delicious the mixture of our saliva, his mint and cinnamon taste filling my body with life, with heat.

  His hand seemed to go through my back, my hair, tightening me in a protective hug, the feeling of being in his arms it was sweet and warm welcoming. He nibbled my lips and the walls of my vagina contracted anxiously for being filled.

  I’m wet, very wet and the delicious and increasing throbbing in between my legs scared me like hell, I never got so excited with one simple kiss, it was never so divine, so perversely perfect.

  With difficulty I’m able to untangle myself from Adam’s hands that caressed my ribs, making my nipples desperately hard and sensible and he licks my lips, feeling sorry for letting go with a moan and a long and strong sigh.

  “Thank you for the night, Adam.”

  “See you tomorrow.”

  “How?”

  Adam bit his lips while he slid his thumb on my lips, caressing them.

  “I said see you tomorrow, Sam.”

  I kissed the palm of his hand that was caressing my check, smiled at him, feeling my cheeks burn from embarrassment, what does he mean with that, he wants to see me tomorrow? Better not, this won’t end well.

  “See you, Damy Boy.”

  Adam smiled shyly, liking my boldness in playing with his family nickname.

  I entered the house, still searching for steadiness on my legs that left me in the exact moment I saw Adam for the first time, at the door of my house, from that moment, I knew that if he got to close you me he would inevitably impress me.

  CHAPTER 3

  ADAM VAUGH

  Today it’s my turn to make breakfast and thank Hunt for his kindness.

  He gets at the kitchen wearing nothing more than red boxer shorts and this sight it’s not a funny one for me.

  That can be really exciting to the immense amount of bad girls that sigh for him, but for me, man? Sincerely, to see this adult man shaking his ass when getting a glass of water is not one of the best scenes to watch right in the morning.

  I give him a cup of coffee and a plate full of blueberry pancakes, waiting for the moment he’s going to stab me with questions about Samantha.

  I don’t like it, but I understand the reason for his curiosity, after all, the last woman he saw me together with was Rachel and that happened some time ago...

  Fuck... I don’t even know how long has it been, but it’s really annoying to be treated by the younger brothers as the “bachelor”, the “celibate” and the worst of all, Kayden’s favorite, my younger brother.

  “Mr. Wanker.”

  What do you mean, what the fuck with your bad behavior?

  Definitely I’m losing respect for these guys, I’m the oldest one between these delinquent sons of bitches and I can’t believe Hunter, Connor and Kayden treat me this way.

  That’s no way of talking about the older brother, calling me “Mr. Wanker” is absurd, can you believe it!

  Hunter thanks for the breakfast and I count exactly five seconds till he asks the first question, my brother is so predictable...

  “Damy, who’s the babe that was with you yesterday at the bar?”

  I pretend I’m blowing on the hot coffee and take forever to answer, just to see him annoyed, fucking curious guy.

  “She’s a friend.”

  He laughed out loud and it was so loud and scornful that I stare at him, making that stupid laugh disappear at once.

  “Don’t get me wrong, Damy, but you don’t have this thing called friends, for that, you would have to trust someone, and you don’t trust anyone, old man.”

  “Of course I have friends!”

  I hear a familiar voice from the hall, he joins Hunter on asking me.

  “Who?”

  I think and think again, then I realize I can only deny Hunter’s affirmation with an evasive answer.

  “I trust Peter and I trust you guys.”

  Connor shows up in the living room partially dressed in his fire fighter uniform, with boots and beige pants and, as always, he butts in our conversation stuttering more than ever, with his irrelevant questions.

  “We a... are your bro... bothers, we do... don’t c...count. And Peter is yo... your partner. Hunt, is it tr... true that Damy Boy is da... dating?”

  Hunter doesn’t answer, but he shrugs and gives a faint smile.

  I speak louder so they can understand me:

  “Fuck, you guys are shit.”

  “Did I hear fuck? That’s exactly what you need, man, a good fuck, Damy Boy.”

  And to cover my morning bullying quota, Kayden got our of the bathroom with another one of his “pearls of wisdom”, joining Hunter and Connor.

  I stare at him and look at his bare body that’s already making a puddle of water right in the living room, the living room that I fucking cleaned by myself yesterday.

  Then I shoot my machine gun of threats to end with this shitty conversation.

  “Kay, you’re getting the floor wet, if you don’t get the fuck out, I’m going to dry this living room with your face, you brat. All of you, stick to your lives, I told you that Sam it’s not my girl, fuck you all.”

  They listen in silence, without answering or questioning.

  Good, very good, I’m still the alpha male in this fucking pack.

  To tease me, Kayden removed the towel around his waist and dried the fucking wet floor, with his ass turned towards me, I run after him making fists and he yells from the hall locking himself in his room.

  “C’mon, I was justing drying the living room floor, old man.”

  I return to the kitchen and find my brothers giggling, with their mouth full of pancakes, and I complain mumbling, while I get the wet towel from the floor:

  “Brat.”

  It’s the end of intermission, bunch of brats, I get my gun and yell at the door:

  “There are still more pancakes in the oven, later there’s a Lakers game, I’ll make us barbecue. Connie, no overtime, and Hunt, bring beer, alright?”

  Hunter comes to me, reaching me before I close the police car door.

  “You forgot your badge, Damy.”

  Every fucking day I forget something, I get my badge and greet him punching his wrist, he leans over the car and pulls me in a crushing hug that’s so him.

  “Sorry about the joke, Damy, but I was serious. I saw you two dancing together and it didn’t seem like friendship to me. Geez, man, you have been alone for such a long time, that I’m thinking, let the fucking think go and see what happens. She’s very beautiful, brother, and not every woman is like Rachel.”

  I nod and get away from Hunter’s bear grip.

  “See you later, Hunt, close the bar early tonight and don’t forget the game and the beer, man.”

  He gives me a crocked smile that melts my heart and I get in the police car, straight to the police station.

  On my way to work I’m taken by a melancholy. The memories of our family together are still very ali
ve in my memory.

  My father smoking a cigar on the porch of our ranch in Alaska.

  My mother brushing her hair on the bedroom, so beautiful and long hair.

  Part of our human blood comes from her Native American linage, she was beautiful, with very black hair, her skin in a reddish tan, her narrow eyes, tall and strong, she looked like a Cherokee warrior.

  We lost our parents suddenly and Onika was still so little to die that way, my sister’s body was never found, we believe she was eaten by some wild animal, or she may have fallen in some waterfall.

  When they died, we barely had time to cry. The fear of being found out was bigger then any fragility and, in the my father’s absence, I became the alpha male of our little pack, my brothers.

  It was a lot to deal with and I felt our house being watched many times, my instincts are never wrong.

  I didn’t think much, I was older than my brothers and I had to act.

  I agreed with the Bishops proposal about selling the ranch with the closed gates, I put on a fair price on the horses and the cattle, got my brothers and moved to Portland with them.

  I was eighteen when our parents died and Kayden, my younger brother, became an orphan when he was just five years old.

  The day at the police station was busy, two arrest for domestic fights, a dog was stolen, a mutt, and to top it all my bad luck day, we had the visit of Mrs. Thumberlind.

  Mrs. Thumberlind is a 70 year old lady that almost always occupies us with her eternal complains of excess noise against Mrs. Omman, her Jamaican neighbor and also has advance years and lives upstairs to her.

  Peter and I heard her complains patiently, pretending to write down the details.

  “Where has it been seen to hear Bob Marley as loud as that? You can search her apartment and I’m sure you’ll find marijuana hidden there. Did you write that down and understand everything, detective Cumming?”

  Peter nods, making strange circles and flower drawings on his note pad.

  “Perfectly, Mrs. Thumberlind, we are going to verify your complain.”

  At lunch time I went to Mathews with the excuse of eating a rare steak, but actually I really wanted to see Samantha again, I don’t need to close my eyes to feel still alive the taste of her mouth on my lips.

  She is even more beautiful, with her really blond hair on an improvised ponytail giving her the impression of being younger and without make up, making her freckles stand out even more around her cheeks and nose.

  Her blue eyes like two pieces of sky stared at me, she takes out a little notepad and asks me, pensively:

  “Good afternoon, Adam, have you chosen from our menu?”

  I analyze her expression without success, she seems cheerful to see me, but she repress herself for some reason, I stare her back.

  “Good morning, Sam, I want a rare steak with fries, cherry coke and one of your smiles, did you write it down?”

  I was able to break the ice, she smiled shyly and nibbled her lower lip, taking me straight to last night when I was able to bite her delicious little mouth while she purred on my lips.

  Oh, my God! I need to stop myself, I’m at a fucking diner with my cock harder than rock and that’s at least ridiculous to a grown man of thirty five.

  Samantha went behind the counter to get my order and after some time, she came back with my rare steak with fries, the soda and a charming smile on her lips. I thanked her and I saw her going back, in angst.

  “What time do you leave?”

  “Around seven pm.”

  “I’ll come to get you.”

  She looks away and gives me an excuse.

  “I’ll have to do some stuff before going home, maybe another day?”

  Is she avoiding me? Shit! I cover my disappointment with an “alright” and leave, frustrated by just being blown off.

  Does she has a boyfriend? Or maybe I was to forward kissing her? But it seemed to me that she wanted it too, should I have gone slower?

  I return to the police station with a huge number of questions in my head and really frustrated not to be able to see her later.

  I go home taking the path that leads to lake Oswego, I feel my neck hair go up when I see two parked cars on the road.

  It’s after 8 pm and this trail is not very used, lighting is terrible.

  Everything happens too fast or it took me a long time to realize what was going on.

  I get a little closer and I see a woman struggling on the side of the car with three men assaulting her.

  One of then pulls the woman’s hair and slaps her face twice, while the other two are covering him.

  I draw my gun and tell them to step back from the woman, one of the guys throws the woman on the ground, the other two get in the car and run in high speed while I try to hit their tires.

  The thug that was left by the gang, runs away, hitting a shot on one of the headlights of my car, running away from the trail.

  I go back to help the fallen woman and an entanglement of blond hair drags itself on the ground.

  Samantha?

  She looks at me wide eyed, sobbing and I crouch down to get her, and asking:

  “Are you alright?”

  She nods in desperate affirmation and I start to see everything out of focus in front of me.

  I look to the end of the trail and go running absurdly fast, hearing my clothes being tore apart as I approach my prey.

  The terrifying and painful feeling of my muscles stretching it’s at the same time scary and freeing.

  My long fur stands on end with the winds that kisses me and I want to hunt this human now and make him suffer in so much pain that he could never have imagined.

  I see the animal that hurt Samantha at the end of the road, he can run anymore, he has lost his breath.

  I don’t have the time now to play hunt games, I could throw his body from one side to the other like a huge rag doll, but I’m not going to do that, I can’t.

  My ability to make distinctions went away the exact moment that the wolf took over, I smell the fear on him when he stares at me.

  The last word that this son of a bitch screams stills echoes in the dead of the night.

  “Help!”

  I’m almost feet away when I jump right on him, furiously tearing his throat with my fangs.

  I can’t think, I only see the red blood take over my eyes and then dead silence, death silence.

  I run towards Samantha and she’s locked inside her car, desperately trying to close the windows.

  And I imagine her panic seeing a huge brown wolf over 7 feet long staring at her in the middle of the road.

  I quickly hide behind a tree and then after a few minutes, I recognize my skin again, but I feel my face and hands covered with blood.

  Samantha got out of the car and sat on the hood with her feet on the bumper.

  I get near her and she looks at me up and down.

  I’m completely naked and solidly erect, I approach her and I get myself between her thighs, she looks at me still panting.

  I examine her face and her body in silence, my hands are shaking, I was never so afraid of losing someone as I was tonight.

  I stretch out my hand, I rub and squeeze her arms and legs looking for some fracture and I stare at her bruised face.

  There’s the punch mark on her cheek and a scratch on her chin.

  I close my eyes and I lick her wounds, kissing and licking, kissing and licking her beautiful hurt face.

  “I’m fine, it’s all fine now.”

  I raise a finger to her mouth to cover her lips.

  “Shh, don’t say a word, I need to hug you.”

  She doesn’t back away, I pull her open legs to my hips and our bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were made to each other.

  I hug Samantha so tightly I’m afraid to hurt her, but the fear of losing her is even bigger than common sense, I’m completely frighten, she provokes the primitive instincts in me, I can hardly think staring, the necessity to protect h
er takes over me in a way that I give up trying to find the reason of why I’m feeling this way.

  She caresses my face while I find with the tip of my fingers the buttons that close her dress.

  The wolf that lives in me is still on the surface and the smell of excitement and fear exhale form her body, they take over my nostrils in a way that drives me crazy.

  I open the buttons of her dress in a single pull, and her round and feminine breast come to sight, torturing me to touch them.

  I tear what’s left of the dress and hunt her mouth with an insatiable hunger for her taste.

  Our mouths get lost in saliva and desire, I smell her neck and stick my tongue on her delicate and feminine ear, drunk by the smooth smell of apples and roses that come out of her skin.

  My tongue goes over her collarbone and down her breast, while she cleans with the tip of her dress the drops of blood that are drying on my face.

  My hands slide over her small body and I lower her white lace bra, catching a nipple with my humid lips.

  “Ah, Adam.”

  She moans while I free the other breast biting the other nipple, then sucking it and taking it in the taste of her skin that is making me harder and uncontrolled.

  Samantha caresses with her small hands my heavy balls and sore cock by the necessity of coming.

  She moves her hips rubbing her vagina, covered by tiny panties, towards my member and even through the cloth I fell her wet gash.

  I slide the panties down her legs without being able to hold myself more, I lower my head to her pretty pink pussy.

  My mouth fills with saliva and I swipe my tongue the opening of her sex, opening her smooth and delicate labia to penetrate her with my tongue as deep as I’m able to.

  She screams and grabs my hair, pulling my head towards her clitoris to find the relief the needs.

  I feel her pulsing clitoris on my lips and that drives me crazy, I increase the rhythm of my licks, and suck her little pink button, she’s moaning louder and louder till she crumbles on my mouth and I desperately suck her orgasm juices that come down my throat, making all of my body bristle up my desire.

  I take my penis to her wet pussy feeling her legs wrap around my hips and I penetrate her in one thrust. I retreat myself almost entirely to give her time to get used with all of my extension, filling her slowly.